At Any Cost | Book One of Exafortespent

By Alma Azura Celia All Rights Reserved ©

Action / Drama

Fifteen: Angry Glares

I lean my body onto the door, panting hard as my heart hammering against my rib cage.

Damn, I like running but why does it always make me so exhausted no matter how many hours I spent on it every weekend?

Anddd, I'm late at my first day of school! Who would want that? Plus, because I’m the new one here, it only makes me more embarrassed.

Suddenly the door swings open, making my body jerks forward as my heart skips a beat. I quickly regain my balance and look up from the floor with eyes pop out in shock. A woman in her early 40 look back at me with a smile already plastered onto her face.

“You must be Ashley, am I right?” I quickly stand up straight and adjust my glasses, smiling widely in awkwardness. “Yes, ma’am.”

“Come in then, the class already started.” I nod, still smiling like an idiotic and then walk into the class.

Now, people stares fixed on me as I walk, making my legs wobbles like a jell-o time after time. I stop in front of the already written white board, awkwardly. I stare back at them, one at a time, as my whole face begin to burn in humiliation.

“Ashley,” I turn my head and look at her. “Please introduce yourself.” She gestures her hand towards the kids in front of me, letting me introduce myself.

I spin my head back and stare back at them again. Hint of curiosity glinting in some of the kids' eyes. And some of them, well, looks like doesn’t give any fuck about me, just continue on talking with each other in a hushed tone.

I keep looking at all the kids until my eyes land on Matthew’s. With his jaw clenched tight, and hands probably already turned into fists, he glares at me so fucking intensely. His face already turns red as he keeps glaring at me angrily. And the stupid thing is, I can’t turn my gaze away from his scary-looking face.

Colton’s right. He’s a lot angrier than he was at the gala. And it scares me.

What should I do? It seems like he would break the pencil in his grip in any second. And it’s really break in his hand with a loud snap. The weird thing is, no one even notice that Matthew already stares at me like that for a few minutes. Even the teacher! How is that possible?

I avert my gaze away quickly from him and let a little smile shows on my face. “Uh, hi! I’m Ashley and I’m from England!” I wave my hand awkwardly at them, with an awkward smile stretches across my face.

Damn, why am I so awkward?

Some of them return my smile with a little nod and smile, acknowledging me, and some of them, decided to be a jerk, laughing at the awkward me.

Hey! What are you laughing at?! There’s nothing to be laughing at!

And, ugh. Why am I have to be in the same class as Matthew? It’s weird and creepy at the same time since he won’t stop glaring at me like he would make me blind by his stare within a second.

“Miss Pemberton?” The teacher, that I just realized her name is Mrs. Miranda, clicks her finger in front of my face a few times, snapping me out of my daze. I blink my eyes rapidly and turn my head at her, looking at her in complete confusion. “Yes?”

“I said, you can sit with Miss. Peters.” She motions her hand toward a brunette. One of Matthew friends! Chloe Peters! I guess she can be very useful for me to know Matthew better since I can’t get to him because of his anger toward me.

Later I realize, Mrs. Miranda already told me that once before as I was stuck with my own thought. The whole class suddenly fills with loud laughter, making me fluster as their laughter goes louder.

“Oh, yes, ma’am.” I stutter the words and begin to walk towards my chair, with boys giving me wolf whistles as I pass them.

“Nice ass you got there.” A boy says, followed with a whistle and laughter from his friends.

“Go out with me, would ya?” A boy asks playfully, and another laughter followed after the words.

Why does Mrs. Miranda keep on quiet on this? This is fucking harassment!

I keep walking, hands already balled into fists with my jaw clenched as I hold down my anger with controlled breathing, trying not to pin the boys down to the floor and punch their noses until bleeding and broken.

I drop myself on the chair, scowling as the boys keeps calling me names. Mrs. Miranda calls them off (finally) and they get their attention off from me, back to their own previous conversation or back to listen to Mrs. Miranda's lecture.

“Hello there.” I spin my head, with the scowl still covering my face. Oh. It’s just Chloe, my chair mate. Suddenly, the awkward feeling comes back to me as I stare back at her. “Uh, hi.”

“I’m Chloe.” She smiles kindly as she holds her hand out for me to hold. I hold it and we shake our hands together. “I’m Ashley.”

“Yeah, I know. You just tell the whole class that.”

I keep my eyes on hers, because it seems like she wants to say something, so I just wait for her to say it. Her was let’s-be-friends face turns into the don’t-touch-me-or-I’ll-kill-you face real quick.

“And don’t you EVER go near Matthew or I’ll kill you.” She glares at me threateningly and my eyes widen a little at her sudden change of facial expression and tone of voice.

For a second, I thought she knew about my undercover in here. And then I realize maybe Matthew is her crush and she doesn’t want anyone go near him. Typical threat of a drunk-in-love girl to another girl.

I keep looking at her and when I just about to let out a word, she laughs. Well...

“I’m kidding!” She continues to laugh, and it’s weird she hasn’t been scolded by Mrs. Miranda because of her loud laugh. “Oh my god. You should really see your face! It’s freaking hilarious!”

My decision on hating her as some of other bitch at my old school vanishes within a millisecond. I guess she would be my best friend for the rest of the school year. Or probably forever. And I will introduce her to Claire and other back in L. A. They will definitely like her.

“Ashley. Welcome to the most noisy class of this school!” She spread her arms wide over the classroom. I look at her with amusement as she smiles widely at me. "Really?"

“Yeah, this class only quiet at times. Like when a strict teacher teaches here. So, prepare yourself for a nonstop chattering, and a deafening laugh. Or scream.” She grins.

Scream.

Why would someone scream in a class? And what for? It just doesn’t make any sense to my head.

“Okay.”


“Come with me. I’ll introduce you to my friends.” She walks backwards and I begin to follow her. “Okay.” I smile and then she turns around and lead the way to her and her friends table.

With a tray full of foods, I walk behind her toward a table full of a popular looking kids. Well, most of the kids in the school do look like popular kids in my previous school. And Matthew is there, too.

My smile falls at the sight of him. Feeling of fright and anger mixed inside my body as I see him laughing with Ryan by his side joyfully.

His laughter dies down as his stare lands on me. His wide smile falls at the sight of me and he quickly rises from his chair. He raises his hands and slam it to the table loudly, making the whole cafeteria goes into a silence.

He stomps out of the room quickly, with pairs of eyes fixed on him. Whispers begin to fill the cafeteria as glances land on our table curiously.They keep whispering until the cafeteria fills with chatters again.

“Okay, I don’t know what’s going on with you and him. Can you explain it?” Chloe asks. I let out a little sigh and take a seat at the opposite of Ryan who’s just looking at me in confusion. I wait for Chloe to take a seat and begin to tell the story.

“I don’t even know why but, when I was at the gala-” Chloe cuts in and look at me with her wide open eyes. “Wait, you were at the gala?”

“Yeah.” I nod a little, suddenly feeling sad at what just happen last night between he and I. It shouldn't happen that way. We should've been friendlier to each other and things would not be this complicated and like it's not hard enough for me to finish my job here.

“Okay. Continue.” She motions me to continue. I take in a deep breath and let it out as a sigh. “That night we accidentally met each other. I bumped into him and then he was mad at me. I already say sorry to him but he just left, not even saying a word.

“And then, I bumped into him again. And he was angrier than he was before. He began to call me names like nerd, bitch,” I frown at the words. “And well, I admit it that I call him names too.” When I look up at them, they already stares at me with blank look on their faces and a slight disbelief.

“Okay, okay. I know. It’s my fault too.” I let my stare falls to my lap again sadly in guilt.

“Because of the names we threw at each other, I got angrier and angrier. So did he. I can’t take it anymore. I mean, the snapping and the finger pointing, so I slapped him. That made me all humiliated so I stormed out of the place.” I sigh.

The table was silence for a few minutes, until Chloe says, “Okay. If you want me too, or others to help you to apologize to him, we will help. Because it’s your fault in the first place of slapping him. So you have to apologize to him. Right guys?” Chloe look around the table for approval. And they nod.

Well of course they agreed her. They are his friends and I am no one!

“Yeah, Chloe’s right.” Ryan says, nodding. Another yeah mutters around the table, makes me feel embarrassed of my own self.

“Don’t worry, we will help you.” Chloe says, smiling.

“Yeah, we will.” A red-haired girl, Becca, I guess, say.

Well, I guess I have no other choice than to apoolgize to him because all of his friends do think that way. And by apologizing to Matthew, it would make his friends like me and not going to hate me further.

“You will?” I look up at them, smiling.

Fake smiling is so tiring though I do that most of the time before I get here and it doesn't feel like that. I'm very much fine faking a smile to those bitches at my school and sometimes my friends when I don't want to explain what I'm really feeling.

“Of course. Don’t want to feel bad for the rest of the year, right?” Chloe grins, both of her eyebrows raise at me.

“Right.”

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